This girl needs to detox man!
It was clear from the outset that madam needed to drastically change her diet and start living a much healthier lifestyle. She was beginning to rot from the inside. It did’t help that Fuckwit had already ruined her innards by trying to modify her inside layout. The more I think about it the more I am beginning to suspect that all is not well in the state of Denmark. I’ll write about that at a later date.
Exhibit A of course is the featured image. Hardly an attractive start to our relationship together. This picture was taken whilst the boat was still in Southampton. On one of my many visits to her new home I decided that the only way to get her on the straight and narrow was to rip her insides out. It was a decision taken after I had ripped the wooden trim that encompassed her. Acting as a quasi-gastric belt I decided her metamorphosis into a beautiful butterfly could do without artificial aids.
I’m not entirely sure what Fuckwit was doing or whether what he did was right but goddamn was it a mission to get that trim off. Screws were cross-threaded, wood was glued to the fibreglass with some sort of rubber adhesive which of course ensured that any cack-handed soul that tried to remove it would rip layers of fibreglass off of her. A bit like a waxing session only more painful. For me.
The trim successfully removed I started on the intimidating job of ripping her insides out.
Looking at these pictures has just reminded me what it was I was doing when I fucked the anchor locker up. After a quick once over with the pressure washer she was definitely starting to look a bit better I think. Granted sans her insides but nevertheless much tidier inside. Of course at the time I didn’t think about the fact that I’d need to rebuild her. How I’m going to do that I have not got a fucking clue. On the bright side it’s a blank canvas from which to express my creative side.
In addition to stripping her insides I also dismantled some watchamacallits that were installed on the floor. I’ve since found out one of those gadgets is what we Boat Wankers like to call the log.
And there was me thinking the log was something you chronicled your voyage in. Every time I do any major work I’m sure to post it in the Facebook group. Those guys are a hard bunch to read, I think they’re trying to be politely supportive whilst dying on the inside as this interloper throws himself into a project with not a clue in the world. When I read between the lines the scorn I feel is palpable. Never mind, she’s going to be the hottest bird in the yard.